I look into myself, And see only emptiness, I reach into myself, But feel nothing, emptiness. It grows within me, And gradually spreads, To every part of my being, Filling everything with nothing. I try to run from it, But there's nowhere to go I try to hide from it, But I can't escape. As the emptiness grows, I become smaller, As it gets stronger, I become weaker. It is all-consuming, Everything is infected by it, It is overwhelming, And to it, I fall. I am now void, Filled no more with joy or happiness Only sorrow and doubt, I am emptiness and it is me.
Reason for writing:
Have I yet given a good reason? Well maybe one but it stops there :)
Birth sign: Leo
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